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judy smith Jul 2016
The 9.6 million followers who tune in to watch Miranda Kerr having her hair done on Instagram — for this is how models spend most of their time — were treated to a rather more interesting sight last Thursday: a black and white photograph of a whacking great diamond ring.

Across it was the caption “Marry me!” and a twee animation of the tech mogul Evan Spiegel on bended knee. Underneath Kerr had typed “I said yes!!!” and an explosion of heart emojis.

A spokesman for Spiegel, founder of the Snapchat mobile app, who is 26 to Kerr’s 33 and worth $US 2.1 billion to her $US 42.5 million , revealed “they are very happy”.

At first, the marriage seems an unlikely combination: a man so bright he founded Snapchat while still at Stanford University, becoming one of the world’s youngest self-made billionaires by 22, and a Victoria’s Secret model who was previously married to the Pirates of the Caribbean star Orlando Bloom (she allegedly had a fling with pop brat Justin Bieber, leading Bloom to punch Beebs in a posh Ibiza restaurant).

Perhaps the union indicates that there is more to Kerr than we thought. More likely, it reveals something about Spiegel — and the way the social status of “geeks” has changed.

Since Steve Jobs made computers cool and Millennials started living online, nerds are king. Even coding is **** enough for the model Karlie Kloss, singer will.i.am and actor Ashton Kutcher to learn it. Silicon Valley has become the new Hollywood, as moguls and social media barons take over from film stars and sportsmen not just on rich lists, but as alpha men.

Being a co-founder of a company is this decade’s equivalent to being a rock star or a chef. And, if their attractiveness to models and actresses proves anything, then being a Twag — tech wife or girlfriend — is a “thing”. Sources tell me Twags are also known as “founder-hounders” because they like to date the creators of start-up companies.

Actress Talulah Riley was an early adopter. She started dating the PayPal founder Elon Musk in 2008. Riley, then fresh from starring in the St Trinian’s film, met Musk in London’s Whisky Mist nightclub after he had delivered a lecture at the Royal Aeronautical Society. I interviewed her shortly afterwards and she told me they had spent the evening talking about “quantum physics”. A month later they were engaged. Their on-again-off-again marriage lasted six years before she filed for divorce again in March. Currently Musk, worth an estimated $US 12.7 billion and focused on Tesla cars, is said to be “spending a lot of time” with Johnny Depp’s estranged wife, Amber Heard.

Model Lily Cole dated the Twitter founder Jack Dorsey in 2013. Later she had a son with Kwame Ferreira, founder of the digital innovation agency Kwamecorp. Actress Emma Watson is going out with William Knight, an “adventurer” who has an incredibly boringly sounding job as a senior manager at Medallia, a software company. Allison Williams, Marnie in the HBO television show Girls, is married to Ricky Van Veen, co-founder of College Humor website.

Could it be that these women are onto something? Dating a bro certainly has its appeal. They are innovative: how else would they invent apps that deliver cheese toasties or match singles based on their haircuts? They are risk-takers who must be charismatic enough to inspire investors and attract crowd-funding. They may not be gym-fit, but they are mathletes who can do your tax bill. They are animal lovers: every start-up is dog friendly. And they are fun: who would not want to date somebody with a ball pool in their office?

There is a saying about dating in Silicon Valley: the odds are good but the goods are odd. Nerds are notorious for peculiar chat-up lines and normcore clothes. Still, if geeks can be awkward, that is part of their charm. Keira Knightley, complaining that Silicon Valley was all men in hoodies and Crocs, described how one gave her his card, saying she should get in touch if she wanted to see a spaceship.

One Vogue writer recalled a Silicon Valley man messaging her via a dating app, in which he noted: “In 50 per cent of your photos you’re holding an iPhone. It may interest you to find out that I invented the iPhone. More accurately I was an engineer on the original iPhone . . .”

Most promisingly, some guys are astoundingly rich. It is suggested Kerr’s engagement ring is a 2.5-carat diamond worth around dollars 55,000. She has already moved into Spiegel’s dollars 12m LA pad. Between his money and her Victoria’s Secrets bridesmaids, no wonder sources claim they are planning an “extravagant wedding”.

It might rival even the Napster founder Sean Parker’s $US10m performance-art bash. He married songwriter Alexandra Lenas in a canopy among Big Sur’s redwoods decorated to look like an enchanted forest. Some 350 guests wore Tolkienesque costumes created by The Lord of the Rings costume designer Ngila Dickson. They sat on white fur rugs and were given bunnies to pet. Presumably rabbit babysitters were on hand when the disco started.

If such fantasies inspire you to become a Twag, the great news is you do not have to be a supermodel to be in with a chance. Such is the dearth of single women in Silicon Valley that one dating site, Dating Ring, crowdfunded a plane to fly single women to Palo Alto from New York.

Be warned, though: guys are single because they are married to the job.

No wonder most meet their partners at college or work — the Facebook chief executive Mark Zuckerberg met his wife, Priscilla Chan, at Harvard.

The Instagram co-founder Kevin Systrom met girlfriend Nicole Schuetz at Stanford. Melinda met Bill Gates when, in 1987, they sat next to each other at an Expo trade-fair dinner. “He was funnier than I expected him to be,” she said.

Kerr began dating Spiegel in 2014 after meeting him at a Louis Vuitton dinner in New York. You can bet he was networking. Shortly after Louis Vuitton showcased their cruise collection in a Snapchat story. Last season Snapchat went on to become the biggest new name at NY fashion week.

If you want to meet tech guys, you might catch them at Silicon Valley parties, which is how the Uber chief executive Travis Kalanick met his partner, Gabi Holzwarth, a violinist hired to play. Or they might be schmoozing clients downtown in a swanky Noe Valley club in San Francisco or a boring Union Square hotel in New York. In London you find them around Old Street, aka Silicon Roundabout, in bars, at hackathons, or start-up meet-ups. In the day they are coding at Google Campus or practising their pitching in a co-working space.

Some tech boys date the old-fashioned way: on Tinder. Airbnb founder Brian Chesky met his girlfriend of three years, Elissa Patel, through the app. When I interviewed Instagram co-founder Systrom he admitted that when he had been single he had signed up.

Dating agency Linx — presumably a play on operating system Linux — is dedicated to making Silicon Valley matches. Amy Andersen set it up in 2003 after moving to Palo Alto and being “flabbergasted” by the number of eligible men. She claims her clients are “extremely dynamic and successful individuals’’: tech founders, tech chief executives, financier founding partners of large institutions and “tons of entrepreneurs”.

Andersen says tech guys make “fabulous partners”. Romantic and chivalrous, they write love letters, plan dates, “even proposing on Snapchat!” If you want to marry a tech billionaire, she says, “you need to bring your A game.” Her clients look “for women who are equally, if not more, dynamic and interesting than he is!”

There are drawbacks to dating tech guys. Before Google buys your amore’s business, he will be living on *** Noodles waiting for the next round of funding — and workaholics are dull.

Kerr says Spiegel is “25, but he acts like he’s 50. He’s not out partying. He goes to work in Venice [Beach], he comes home. We don’t go out. We’d rather be at home and have dinner, go to bed early.” Which might suit Kerr, but is not my idea of a fun.

You had also better be prepared to share your life. When Priscilla Chan miscarried three times, Mark Zuckerberg wrote about it on Facebook, while Chesky used a romantic trip with his girlfriend to promote Airbnb - uploading a picture of her in bed, with a note saying “f* hotels”. Besides all of which is the notorious issue of Silicon Valley sexism.

It has a chief exec-bro culture that puts pick-up artist/comedian Dapper Laughs to shame. Ninety per cent of women working in the Valley say they have witnessed sexist behaviour, 60 per cent have experienced unwanted ****** advances at work, two thirds of them from their boss. Whitney Wolfe, a co-founder of Tinder, took Justin Mateen to court for ****** harassment. Her lawsuit against the company alleged that Mateen, her former partner, sent text messages calling her a “*****”.

Spiegel has tech bro form. He apologised after emails from his days at Stanford emerged: missives about stripper poles, getting black-out drunk, shooting lasers at “fat chicks”, and promising to “roll a blunt for whoever sees the most **** tonight (Sunday)”. After one fraternity Hawaiian luau party, he signed off emails “f*
bitchesgetleid”.

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Jade Musso Apr 2014
Two bottles of Southern Comfort, Black Keys on iTunes, profile picture with sister, stir-fry, 30 Rock, Gorillaz poster, pancakes at 3 am, spontaneous lunch at Barone, friends with benefits, need a hug, Columbus Day, touch my ****, too much tongue, crumpled into wall in the morning, Urban Outfitters for a t-shirt, silver medal, free Dominos, Workaholics at 12, secret sleepover #2, ******* because i thought that's all he wanted from me and i wanted him to stay, hickey on my neck, studying in a room with the round table, drew a horse on the whiteboard, fill out a police report, Redgates from Firehouse, he looks cute today. Tackled into metal, did I break my back? Jump on it, it's not funny, I'm crying, cold beer, kiss on the porch, stop kissing me in 12, *******, more kissing, blood everywhere, come over, comb through hair. you can stay over again, skips class, uses my shower, makes the bed, come with me to doctor. Vermont secret, Batmobile, on Prius, dune buggies, Phantom Menace, brother-in-law, supermarket in Newfane, stir-fry, statement at 6am. Hurricane, in my basement, halloween at the fire station, knitted scarf headpiece, mother's phone number, red gate sandwiches by Citi Bank across from library. Confirmation party, Chartruese, Coldplay at Mohegan, Torches, enchiladas, screaming, stuffed wolf, comic book finishing touches at 1 am, new roommates, L.O.L., I was going to propose to you - in the hallway, 3 month long orchids, Vermont trip #2, no riding allowed, nap by the fire, bare butts touching over unscented blanket, sapphire ring too big under lamppost in parking lot, happy. Sarasota, hide my eyes with Mosley Tribes, take a walk without me, Game of Thrones, cold sand, hair dryer joke, need eye drops, Ringling Mansion, gator bites, silent walk by traffic, kayak in shallow water, families too different, bike ride to tune of Star Wars, nervous about the summer, panic into shoulder on flight home. ******* in the middle of the night, drive around campus, leave me alone, pack up N-64 games, fight before final presentation - only one group gets an A, instant milkshake and magazines to pass the time, make a pizza, here let's make out again - apparently that isn't so bad, almost forgot my friesian mug and vase by the trailer. Texting *****, sick stomach, Lord of the Rings, try smoking, Magic: The Gathering, first communion, wedding, Chip's Family restaurant, high school graduation that I couldn't sit at, Miya's with the mini *****. Fireworks on hill through trees. Retna laptop with blue cover, HGTV's Next Design Star, I have to leave. this is where I stop.
Zero Nine Apr 2017
Hit too hot hit too hot
Now my throat burns
Watching Workaholics
I'd say Blake is my favorite
His hair is cute I like his face
Wild red hair creating umbrella space
Flick the engraved Zippo the gift from wifey
Blunt in the bowl smoking
Spent ten on a three
My other lover might sit with us soon
Three in a room sharing hands
Possibly kisses, massive attack
Playing mezzanine we'll either touch
Each others' skin or carry conversation
As it turns out I've found peace with
Either outcome or any other potentiality
While it's pleasing to be receiving I'll be
Lying if I tell you I don't appreciate the fine
Details in simply spoken word between us
.....
Teenage Writer Jul 2013
I stare out of my window at the midnight street:
Desperate lovers roam back alleys, hoping one day they’ll meet.
Creeping shadows cast from dimming street lamps haunt the pathways;
Yawning teens sit awake typing up long overdue essays;
The dreams of the unsuccessful hang in the sky with the stars;
Drunken mugs trip over their own feet outside the city bars
A lone tree stands to attention in the middle of a frost bitten field
Fear ridden walkers use recycling bins and garden walls as shields

Workaholics typing themselves into oblivion
Athletes run laps hoping to become an Olympian
Stray cats and the heart wrenching cries of the homeless haunt the alleys
Holiday goers walk by torchlight through hundred year old valleys
Hopeful wannabes sing their shoulda coulda wouldas by the crack in the kerb
Whilst I sit… staring at the wall thinking of a perfect verb
Hi dudes and welcome to the Jupiter moon and today I wwill perform some ripper crazy person songs for you and the first song is teddy bear here it goes

Teena totter teena totter teddy bear
They are quite cute the teddy bear
They are nice to cuddle from the head to their feet
Teena totter teena totter teddy bear
I would cuddle him and I will kiss him and make him feel warm
Teena totter teena totter teddy bear
I want to be near my teddy bear
You see we go teena totter twice for him to make him feel warm the little teddy bear
Oh I really love my teddy bear
Teena totter teena totter teddy bear are so cute

Hi dudes and that was a really great song and now I sing a song about me and my friend Patrick going to a actors course
Both of us are doing well

Here goes

You see me and my mate Patrick went to the acting studio to audition for a movie
Which sounds really cool
You see it was about a man who ate a huge city's worth of food and we will make that entire city
Starve to death
I wanted to be the mayor of that city and Patrick wanted to be himself but in a short little way
He doesn't know how much it is worth
You see the director said I smell like a buffalo doing a ****
And the director gave Patrick one almighty whip
You see we were good but in hindsight we were bad
And Patrick said he wanted to be a Waller snatcher who snatched people's money so they end up all broke
You see i became a man who wanted everything for myself
I was a selfish man who doesn't
Care for anyone but myself
Then the great director put me and Patrick in sumo wrestler suits and said how about you play two sumo wrestlers struggling to make it in this world
I said no and Patrick said no
But that all changed when the whole thing was cool
We jumped up and down in our sumo suits saying we are tougher than the rest
Then mr yoni hebsworth said Brian and Patrick I will give you both a fight but the director told us before the fight that me and Patrick got in and that made us feel cool man

Now dudes here is our next song called I got tinnea in my feet

You see i feel an itch in my feet
Making me feel uncomfortable oh yeah
You see the itch was telling me
I need to put a cream on it oh yeah
You see I felt like I was on drugs
Which made my feet itchy dude
And at one stage I had fungus which had to checked out oh yeah
I don't know what to do because it itches really bad
You see I got tinnea on my feet and it is really itchy
You see it could be my medication forcing an itch in my feet. It could be the simple problem I have with white meat
It could be me sitting at home
Watching episodes of workaholics back to back
Because they talk about having *** which is something I have never tried oh yeah
Yeah I am a ****** and watching this show brings this sensation to my toes
You see I have tinnea on my feet and it is really itchy
It could be my desire to have *** when I was young
It could be the hooligan inside
My body today
I have tinnea in my feet and it is really itchy
No matter what it is it is itchy dudes

Hi dudes and now here is our next song called *** is wonderful but not old ******* young

You see Robert Hughes is a **** and so is Rolf Harris
You see they will have *** with young people which is totally repulsive oh yeah
I know once you hear a child scream you should stop straight away
Keep the *** with someone your own age that sounds so cool oh yeah I know old fashioned tv shows used to show people enjoying *** oh yeah
But *** between the old and the young is repulsive don't you think
Thank you dudes see you next time
Anais Vionet Mar 2024
Classes started up again today. Soon, we’ll be gloriously stressed, and clocked-up on whatever. Our hearts will swell to the pre-med symphony - a frantic opus, composed in the key of no sleep.

In seminars for rising pre-med seniors, (What's needed to get that med-school slot!), it’s obvious that 60% of the students who started out with us, on this track, are gone - left for other majors.
“I wasn’t happy, it was too much,” they said.

I feel a pang when I hear that undergrads we’ve shared a trench with have switched their major to basket weaving (political science), TikTok (computer science) or Phys-Ed.

I envy those deserters, I pity those deserters, I envy.. Wait, aren’t deserters supposed to be, well, you know.

Meanwhile, the rest of us, the stubborn few, cling to the dream. It’s a waking dream, for caffeinated zombies, obsessive-compulsive workaholics and maladjusted wonks who neglect personal needs, relationships and in some cases personal hygiene (not me, of course) in favor of a goal.

Maybe there’s something wrong with us?
Brian Rihlmann Jan 2019
We chant our allegiance to it
in shouted slogans,
and fight ****** battles
under its banner,
ironically chained to it
as we are to many other
shadowy and ghostly things.

But never has treasure
so desired
been so eagerly
given away.

Primitive man
gave his to gods
of sun, sky, and earth.

We give ours
to elected tyrants,
weak and corrupt old men
made powerful
by our faith.

To imaginary boundaries
we lock ourselves inside,
to roles we play,
to straitjacket ideologies
we writhe in,
foaming at the mouth.

There are slaves to
their own bodies,
or the bodies of others,
and ******
for the envy of neighbors,
or strangers.

Collared submissives
who bark like dogs
and beg for the whip.

Workaholics, alcoholics,
pill poppers,
shopping addicts,
and spiritual junkies.

In a thousand ways,
we hand it over,
between thumb and forefinger
like a piece of chewing gum
drained of its flavor.
“Here...take this.
I’m done with it.”
Split Nov 2019
When will pulse increase
out of excitement
rather than fear?

regretful hearts
signal a cry.

Tears slip down
onto our heals,
feet no longer
cling to soil.

left the brain
to rot and boil.

have no grit
have no might

do as you're told
don't question molds.

oh how these days of symmetry
lack any sort of tranquility.

for now, our bodies mimic
palpitations of so-called workaholics.

actions contradicting
wishful tendencies

each obedient second
portraying societies' needle.

lackluster blood entering veins
infecting what once kept organs aflow.

in reach of hearts
it may not pump

but within our souls,
we grasp control.
JP Aug 2019
He
took the rocket
from the earth
to
Escape from nights..
aldo kraas Sep 2023
Till I get it right
Choosing the right people
To be friends with
I feel that it will not be an easy
The task for me to do
But I am willing to try
I just have a couple of friends
In my life
And I want to grow
My circle of friends
From small to large
I am not choosing the rich
People to be my friends
Because they hate
Poor people like me
Also the rich people
Are workaholics
And they also work
48 hours per week
Yes the rich people
Live also a miserable life
Because they are also
Slaves of their money
I just need poor people
In my life
That wants to be my friends
Also, I hope the poor people
I choose to be my friends
Will accept me the way
I am
Also, I feel that I can't change
Things in my life just to please
My friends
I feel that I am just fine the
Way I am
Also, I don't have much money
To live
My friends are looking after
My money
I only purchase some used clothes
From the second-hand store
Because that is also what I can afford
Also, I am happy that I am wearing
Second-hand clothes
And they look good on me
Yes I always go to the barber for
My hair cut
My friends always tell me
To shave my head
I tell them that
It is not my style
I just like a short haircut
And that also looks good on
Me
Friends I never talk behind you
Back
Because that is not the right
Thing to do
Also friends I want you
To respect me
And I will also respect you
Friends I go to bed early
Every night
I am not a night owl like you
I know you go to bed at 12:00 am
In the evening friends
Also, I think you must be used by now
Friends I hope you are also looking
After you health
If you want to live a long life
I am sure friends you don't want
To die young
Also friends it was God that gave
Us our lives
After he had made us
With his holy hands
Also placed us on earth
To live
Friends tomorrow will be another
Day that will also arrive early
For us
Brian Rihlmann Jun 2018
Refusing the dream
a mortgage noose
second job slavery
or ******* half my wages away
on a studio apartment
I rent rooms in people’s homes
though I’d rather live alone

I’ve lived with
slobs and hoarders
and paranoid cowboys
packing six guns indoors
tyrants and doormats
weekend club hoppers
couch potato cable junkies
drunks workaholics
ghost hunters
and time vampires

Sometimes I stay
in my room all weekend
climb in and out of windows
like a cat burglar
oil my creaky door
sneak to the fridge after dark
avoid being cornered
by bodies
by faces wearing eager smiles
by voices dull as butter knives
sawing at my solitude

In my room
I breathe easier
when I hear them leave
engine noise fading
down the street
I roam the house
snoop at photos on walls
bills piled on tables

And sometimes
the women I meet
think I’m a loser
“Aren’t you a little old
to have roommates?”
one asked as we rolled
in the driveway after midnight
we went in
the dog barked
and out came the old man
sagging flesh jiggling
in tighty whiteys
pistol in hand

She still ****** this loser
(I’d rather be loser than slave)
riding me in that twilight room
mattress on the floor
half hard whiskey ****
fearing her prison tattoos
coiled black snakes fading blue
wrapping her torso
she didn’t come back
I’m probably lucky

Now I’m searching
a new house to call home
I shiver at the thought
explaining myself
to whatever strange tribe
adopts this orphan
grows to think of me
as one of their own
when I am not
even
mine
Tammy Mar 2020
Do you scoff at the monkey 

clinging to my back?

And do you think his presence

is strength that I lack?


Ignorance is weakness

and you reek of its stench.

I don’t know your stuggles

And you don’t know my strength.


Pretending to be shocked,

you gawk and stare at me,

with my ever crazy monkey,

while yours tries to succeed.


Or are you the class clown

that needs to laugh and mock, 

at the expense of others,

so amused by my mug shot.


Before you cast your judgments

on your pedestal so high,

let’s take a look at all 

the monkeys that you hide.


Pills, pills, everywhere

from the good ‘ole doc.

That’s how the “better half”

of society like to rock.


And isn’t it a shame…

Curious George has gone wild,

playing in a Google jungle,

with his world wide web of lies.


Weekly drama overdoses,

that glamorize a world of crime,

with your children in the room,

and you call it “Family time”.


And you knew this was coming… 

Over eaters who refuse,

to believe they have a monkey

and ignore their health issues.


Or maybe your monkey

is cute and hard to see…

Like all you shop-a-holics

who get high on QVC.


Have I said enough?

Or should I pick up the pace,

with more evil little games

that monkeys love to play.


Hmmmm….


Worried Winos, Workaholics…

Poker Nights and Prayer Group Gossip,

Steroid Freaks, Casino Junkies,

Candy Crush obsessed monkeys…

Girls night out and Man Caves

are sweet bites that lies crave,

Cheating Hearts, Lying Eyes,

***** Mouths, and Idle Minds,

Jealousy and Vanity, 

Rebellion, Pride, and 

Selfish Me…


This monkey business could destroy

your nice civilized values…

So don’t you dare judge me, 

inside your monkey zoo!
Corona virus! Corona virus!!
While we wonder of your sudden outbreak
And about the decision to take and hard times we now face

We now have heartbreak
As daily we have a new case
You are busy sweeping rapidly across the globe
Each person wears mask and glove

Out of Wuhan you appeared
Bedeviling the entire human race
On one hand we cry and groan for the disaster so far
We wail and mourn for the death within and afar

Daily death toll rises like smoke licking through the sky
This causes tears to drop from our eyes
Affected Families now stand apart
No more time to sit and chortle with friends
Market places are empty as churches and mosques hold no worshiper
Starvation is taking its toll as channels to make money are tied
While you laugh at us boasting with your nickname Covid-19

On the other hand, we ain't totally sad but rejoice
For families now have time to spend together like it's forever
And husbands and wives bond like never
Workaholics now have time to rest with great leisure
Leaders now concentrate on the welfare of the people
And hospitals are equipped with scientific touch
All these we enjoy with all pleasure

Young dudes now sit to plan their lives
As bars and clubs are shut with no wines
Our ladies are now creative rather than sit to **** dudes dry
Prayers are no more left to the clergies
As every **** and Harry now seem to play the pope or great imam
Hearts indeed are drawn to God
As each step we take we are careful not to fall

O covid-19 what a blow you gave Us
For we won't forget the vacuum you've created
We know that some day your reign will end
For we trust in divine power to hold you down like Ebola
Have hope my friends, for this too shall pass
✍🏾

3/5/2020
Infamous one Aug 2018
As I grow older friends get married
Some have kids and start families
Sad how everyone grows a part
Some find success and achieve greatness
Others get lost and struggle with addiction
So many struggle with loss and change
Sometimes change is good others have a hard time with it
Divorce occur with failed trust or conflict of interest
Some have kids but don't see them and struggle to pride some as a single parent
Heartbreak takes time to heal overcome obstacles
Work is to survive others become workaholics to avoid the change that's hard to cope with
Or some try to drown out their sorrows using alcohol hoping to fill that hole so they can be whole feel complete
aldo kraas Sep 2023
Till I get it right
Choosing the right people
To be friends with
I feel that it will not be an easy
Task for me to do
But I am willing to try
I just have a couple of friends
In my life
And I want to grow
My circle of friends
From small to large
I am not choosing the rich
People to be my friends
Because they hate
Poor people like me
Also the rich people
Are workaholics
And they also work
48 hours per week
Yes the rich people
Live also a miserable life
Because they are also
Slaves of their money
I just need poor people
In my life
That wants to be my friends
Also, I hope the poor people
I choose to be my friends
Will accept me the way
I am
Also, I feel that I can’t change
Things in my life just to please
My friends
I feel that I am just fine the
Way I am
Also, I don’t have much money
To live
My friends are looking after
My money
I only purchase some used clothes
From the second-hand store
Because that is also what I can afford
Also, I am happy that I am wearing
Second-hand clothes
And they look good on me
Yes I always go to the barber for
My hair cut
My friends always tell me
To shave my head
I tell them that
It is not my style
I just like a short haircut
And that also looks good on
Me
Friends I never talk behind you
Back
Because that is not the right
Thing to do
Also friends I want you
To respect me
And I will also respect you
Friends I go to bed early
Every night
I am not a night owl like you
I know you go to bed at 12:00 am
In the evening friends
Also, I think you must be used by now
Friends I hope you are also looking
After you health
If you want to live a long life
I am sure friends you don’t want
To die young
Also friends it was God that gave
Us our lives
After he had made us
With his holy hands
Also placed us on earth
To live
Friends tomorrow will be another
Day that will also arrive early
For us
The Herd of Turtles

Shell of lies—you bear it proudly,
Thicker grows it every day.
Scoundrels shaped it, stacking loudly—
Truth? It’s long been burned away.

If your mind is dull and hollow,
Reason lost without a trace,
Soon your shell will feel too shallow—
Then they’ll lay you in your place.

And the others, creeping, crawling,
Won’t break free or drift apart.
They will march where lies are calling,
Herded turtles—what a art!



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SOS, or The Theater Starts with a Cloakroom, Hell—With Lies

A play begins where coats are hung,
But Hell is born from whispered lies.
And if you scan the news with eyes,
You'll see—deceit just multiplies.

The goal? To spread a Satan’s creed,
Corrupt the souls and twist the mind.
And oh, how well they sow the seed—
Now fascist rot is far and wide.

A world wrapped tight in fake delusion,
Lies upon lies—a grim decree.
Dishonor grows in dark profusion,
Defying nature’s purity.

Decay will spread, no way to halt it,
The point of no return is near.
A few more years—the end is calling...
"Now Saving Cattle—on the air!"



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Read, Reader—See the Lie, Viewer

Read on, dear reader—watch, observer,
As heaps of filthy lies expand.
Deceitful words, a sly corrupter,
Plant mirages in your hand.

It’s staged with skill, a mass production,
To rot the soul—that is the aim.
The devil thrives on mind destruction,
A herd of husks—his perfect game.

He builds a Pen—so vast, enclosing
A third of Earth within its wall.
And as the world in lies keeps dosing,
Fake plagues arise to doom us all.



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"Wise" and Other Rabble

Rabble’s mark—you’ll often find it
Stamped on "clever" heads as well.
Not just birth, but those who’d blind it,
Selling truth their souls would sell.

If you cheer while lies are spreading,
Aid the rot and play along,
Know—you join the mindless herding,
Spewing nonsense, loud and strong.



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Exists Only What the Screen Declares

What says the screen—that must be real,
No other world outside.
Dark is now the light they feel,
Truth is flipped and cast aside.

CowID, fear, the fools obey,
Another war in sight.
They "care"—or so they say,
But care has drowned us tight.

The world sank deep in blind submission,
Hell knocks beneath the floor.
We've almost breached the last partition—
Three out of four—mad to the core.



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Should I Multiply "Joy"?

Should I seek to multiply joy?
Well, frankly, I don’t care.
Awareness, that’s my only ploy,
Though bitterness fills the air.



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Pseudo-life Hanging by a Thread

Since childhood, hanging by a thread,
You don’t fall—you just drift away.
Seems you’ve found a way instead
To make that thread your home, they say.



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Global Madness

Springtime’s here, the madness grows—
Yes, that’s right—CowID’s the key!
We control the wretched flows,
Lies have almost set us free.



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Heat and the Wires Melt

The heat—and wires start to fry,
In Soviet homes, a desperate try.
If it's not ***** in your hand,
You’ll play the box, my friend—just stand.



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Curfew for Fools

Curfew falls for fools outside,
The streets are empty, cold, and wide.
The wise stay home, their minds intact,
For they know—the world is but a fact.



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Hermit Crab

My idol is the hermit crab,
A lazy soul, I don’t need lab.
To hell with life, I’m free, no care,
All my poems, just for me to share.

In everything, the pests will find,
A profit-seeking, greedy mind.



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Progress or Press?

The Wheel of Samsara CRUSHES
Fools with progress—empty lies.
The soul’s rebirth, it just pushes—
Hell’s PRESS will bring their demise!

Look around—are they still human,
Or icons of Satan’s reign?
Soft jelly fills their skulls, and
Their feelings burn with endless pain.

Driven by emotions’ fury,
Creatures march towards their doom—
Wars, fake plagues—their lies are blurry,
Peddling anything to bloom.

A few exceptions—statistical mistake,
But darkness drags each generation’s wake.
To deny the truth is sinful, so,
Seeing death—that’s the mortal woe...



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The Chancellor’s Deceit

The chancellor's schemes have led the way,
And in that filth, the people stray.
Believe the creatures, lose your soul—
No talent, no worth, no goal.



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News of Hell

The news is just a load of lies,
Propaganda fills the skies.
Not a day without the waste,
Insanity’s their latest taste.

They watch the fools with broken minds,
The result: nothing—just a grind.
Zero’s stretched to nothing more,
And Black God laughs forevermore.



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Horses at the Crossing

Horses die at the crossing's edge,
Left bank, right—both lead to dread.
From the mud to worse we ride,
Wait a bit—there’s no respite.
Rest? Unlikely—they’ll decide,
The beasts will beat you down with pride.



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"Upbringing" and the Future Path

A toddler bears a heavy load—
Rules of *******, set in stone.
Then he walks life's narrow road:
Coward, traitor… or just prone

To be foolish. Odds are high—
That’s his fate, unless one day
He resists and dares to try
Walking his own, freer way.

If he learns to think, not trust
Lies disguised as "wisdom" bright,
He will cast off Hell’s own rust,
Spread his wings and take to flight.

If in dreams and not awake,
Still, the day may come at last—
If he dares the veil to break,
Hell will fade into the past.

To the Spirit’s heights ascend,
But beware—one truth is raw:
Those who never dream or fend
Serve as chains for Evil’s law.



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****** of Mind and Talent by Overloading Memory with Nonsense

School exam – a child’s trial,
Workaholics, rise once more!
How much longer will denial
Crush young minds through mem’ry’s door?

How much longer will they force us,
Through their programs, through their rules?
This concern is most enormous
For the foes of kids and schools.

Schemes are crafted by the schemers –
Dumbing down’s their hidden aim.
Parents fail to see the dreamers
Taken hostage in this game...

What to learn? Not what—but thinking!
Through the spark of keen finesse!
Dullards rise, their reason sinking—
Schooling’s weight brings mind’s distress.



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Vile Traitors

The cash is gone—so fast it flew,
CowID declared in every nation.
But soon it chokes them, through and through,
A thorn unseen—yet no salvation.

No time to pay for what they’ve done—
These Judases will rot and perish.
The filth they spread will come undone,
The Earth won’t keep what none should cherish.

Yet few are pure—so loss is small,
Corruption weakens its foundation.
A better people soon will call
For kindness, strength, and restoration.

And what of those who stand alone?
We’ll see—the time itself will show it.
But liars bred by demons’ throne
Still flood the world, and devils stoke it.



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A Circus on a Wire

"Choosing presidents"—what a show!
A circus played on tightropes high.
The dumbed-down crowd must never know—
Deception rules, and truth’s a lie.

Propaganda spins the wheel,
Lifts a fool like Bush up tall.
Soulless jesters love to deal
Kingship to the lowest thrall.

Puppets bow to wicked lords—
Thus it’s always been before.
Fools are trapped in false accords,
Jesters rule forevermore.

A circus real—not just a play,
Theater's but a hollow dream.
If the world’s in Hell’s decay,
Then lies are ***** supreme.



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The World—A Dead Man’s Cart

The cart of death rolls on,
Its journey nearly gone.
No mercy, no revision—
The end is no decision.

So do not heed the mind,
But leave regrets behind.
Let spirit guide your motion—
A path, not mere devotion.

Just seek—don’t fear the night,
For seeking is the light.
The goal is not essential,
But seeking’s quintessential...

The mind may lead astray,
And cast you in delay.
The soul’s pure transformation
Is seen through revelation...



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Wild Game

Fences small yet close together—
People fail to break on through.
Many lost their best endeavors,
Struck by lies, disguised as true.

Falsehoods flourish, masks appealing,
Sugar-coated, painted bright.
Still in caves—our darkened ceilings,
Kin is "kin" and that feels right.

Nations, kennels filled with barking,
Set to clash in frenzied lies.
Feudal order, crude and starking,
Seems more human, seems more wise.

Times grow bitter, times grow colder,
Cruel, deceitful—on and on.
And the verdict, growing bolder:
We have reached the very BOTTOM.



--- Total 21 poems. ---
aldo kraas Aug 2023
God can I hold you tonight?
And also hug you?
Because I would love
To get some hugs from
You my God
To tell you the truth God
I am dying to receive a
Hug from you
Or should I just hug you first?
Are you going to allow me to
Hug you first
God I must tell you
That I can love you with no problem
And you also can love me with no problem
God every day I get some love from
You and I must say that
We have a strong relationship
Because God you had been the one
That had made me
Many years a go
With you holy hands
I am glad to be living
Here on earth
Also I don't forget to pray
To you my God
Every single day
First thing in the mornings
When I wake up
And in my prayer I ask father
To give me some health
Some peace and some freedom
Because I no longer have God health father
I have bad health
And you no God that I have depression
That is the thing that I hate with the passion
Also God I have good friends
That supports me in my life
Every single day
To tell you the truth
Without my friends I would not survive
A day
God I am glad that you are my father
Also I know that we love each other
We never put each other down
Because that would hurt both of us
And I also hate to be hurt
Yes father I agree that
Lots of people talk behind you back
That I am aware that some people are doing
Also that is a bad thing to do
I know that you have died also
In the cross for my sin
My father you gave me some casual clothes
To wear
And I wear that casual clothes every single day
And I must say that they look good on
My body
God I live the simple life you gave me
And I must say that I am used to live my simple life
I never wanted a life of the rich people
Because they despise the poor people
And they only love people that have money
Also they are workaholics
They spend too much time working
And no time for the family
God I am very poor and I am happy
Also being poor
But I must tell you that none of my friends are rich
They are also poor like me
Yes God if we didn't had you in our lives
We would not be able to survive
God you have thought me some
Manners and I use my manners
When I talk to my friends
God I need that you please hurry up
And put an end to Winter
Because it is winter that depress me
Also you never give the sun to us
You only give us the gray sky
The gray sky puts me to sleep
During the day
Also it makes me yawn non stop
My God the winter is also very long
And also very cold
I still go out in the Winter
I dress myself very warm
And I go out for walks
The walks are good for me
Because it helps me mentally and physically
I hate when it gets early dark in the Winter
Also I don't stay up at night
I have my sleep schedule
And I follow my sleep schedule
I go to bed every night at 9:00 pm
And I never wake up in the middle of the night
aldo kraas May 2021
God can I hold you tonight?
And also hug you?
Because I would love
To get some hugs from
You my God
To tell you the truth God
I am dying to receive a
Hug from you
Or should I just hug you first?
Are you going to allow me to
Hug you first
God I must tell you
That I can love you with no problem
And you also can love me with no problem
God every day I get some love from
You and I must say that
We have a strong relationship
Because God you had been the one
That had made me
Many years a go
With you holy hands
I am glad to be living
Here on earth
Also I don't forget to pray
To you my God
Every single day
First thing in the mornings
When I wake up
And in my prayer I ask father
To give me some health
Some peace and some freedom
Because I no longer have God health father
I have bad health
And you no God that I have depression
That is the thing that I hate with the passion
Also God I have good friends
That supports me in my life
Every single day
To tell you the truth
Without my friends I would not survive
A day
God I am glad that you are my father
Also I know that we love each other
We never put each other down
Because that would hurt both of us
And I also hate to be hurt
Yes father I agree that
Lots of people talk behind you back
That I am aware that some people are doing
Also that is a bad thing to do
I know that you have died also
In the cross for my sin
My father you gave me some casual clothes
To wear
And I wear that casual clothes every single day
And I must say that they look good on
My body
God I live the simple life you gave me
And I must say that I am used to live my simple life
I never wanted a life of the rich people
Because they despise the poor people
And they only love people that have money
Also they are workaholics
They spend too much time working
And no time for the family
God I am very poor and I am happy
Also being poor
But I must tell you that none of my friends are rich
They are also poor like me
Yes God if we didn't had you in our lives
We would not be able to survive
God you have thought me some
Manners and I use my manners
When I talk to my friends
God I need that you please hurry up
And put an end to Winter
Because it is winter that depress me
Also you never give the sun to us
You only give us the gray sky
The gray sky puts me to sleep
During the day
Also it makes me yawn non stop
My God the winter is also very long
And also very cold
I still go out in the Winter
I dress myself very warm
And I go out for walks
The walks are good for me
Because it helps me mentally and physically
I hate when it gets early dark in the Winter
Also I don't stay up at night
I have my sleep schedule
And I follow my sleep schedule
I go to bed every night at 9:00 pm
And I never wake up in the middle of the night

— The End —